"I looked bad because you really gave us a scare, you know?"

Camila's voice was soft, tinged with concern. She gently held Laura's hand, her worry evident. "You were in labor, and Morrison's condition was touch and go. I was so worried about both of you. How could I not be exhausted?"

"Thank you," Laura murmured sincerely.

Camila offered a gentle smile. "You're welcome."

"I need to see Morrison," Laura said firmly.